This is a song about "How the worlds falling"

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

Falling off the edge is what i'm trying to prevent

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The top, never falling down, no gravity, so rap to me

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

My life is falling down the drain

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

But if you just jump into it, you'll keep falling through the floor

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more