This is a song about "Rising and falling"

But he was to busy falling

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Never knew why i was falling

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Like i been, dropped and left behind falling from the sky miles high

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Im rising to the top while yall are falling like icarus

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves