This is a song about "Not coming down"

He sent a subtle text, not knowing what's coming next

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I'm not goin down unless there's a dead cop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Then get out your seat and jump around

They smell you coming down, oh, look, you can see the flames,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Im not going to let you drag me down

Die, but that better not be from suicide, he said looking down at his puzzled bother

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for