This is a song about "The fall of nick diss track"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

Y'all boutta fall off the course from trying to stay on the track

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Top dropped down, black on black

Thinking of how to get on track

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Just wait til the next track

May just gon' bring hobo back

Aces & lt on the track/

When i was starving now it's payback

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Woulda been able to diss--take the life of

Above the clouds, so, so tall. shall even the gods of earth fall.

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all