This is a song about "The fall"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

And cause them all to fall like a door without the hinges.

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I'm the reason behind every fall

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Lady at the frank stand will