This is a song about "To the fallen"

To the activism

Two reflections into one

The paper to the pen.

Gets harder than rihanna when

They all need attention, they call me a g though

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

Don't pout cause i'm bout to snap, you're bawlin n' fallen in the wrong trap now ya handicap

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

Its samurai jack ready to slay this fallen bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Fallen through the time hole and cant get back

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

He fell off from the top like a fallen angel because he's parents died