This is a song about "100 tits on a wall"

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

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

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Nigga be on the wall gettin nailed

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Written in blood on the wall