This is a song about "Abbie wall"

These joints here not found at the mall

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

All the times being pinned up against the wall

I also have a cutie to call

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Hangin' pictures on my wall

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