This is a song about "Niagara falls"

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Falls asleep as he sees his mind, depleting in decent life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Sweater falls i loved them most

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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