This is a song about "Rising and falling like the twin towers"

Im rising to the top while yall are falling like icarus

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

Bring the keys, oh my god

Form the towers to iraq

And already i see you falling down the latter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Everybody finger point in your direction

Like a conjoined twin wearing animal skin.

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Throat spokens be expendable like vonage towers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers