This is a song about "Reppin herne hill til the day that i die"

Im the main one falling down the hill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

I am not the fake that you see er day

Until the day i die, ill try to give you the world.

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Grind all day til the family okay

If you didn't know i feel this way

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came