This is a song about "Tori fallen"

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

A crest-fallen prodigy

My drive is like no one

This friendship has fallen,

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

I don't need fallen women

They'll have to rename this one

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I've fallen in shock in a coffin that's locked

Its samurai jack ready to slay this fallen bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

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