This is a song about "Niagara falls"

Gettin sick in rickety stalls. so sick that he falls.

They calling me often to offer me walls

Cause he said when all falls through they all gone get theirs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

So i went down south but i ended up north

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

When i cum its like the fucking rain falls

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

She has a heart attack an falls to her knees

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Most commonly the one everybody falls for and believes