This is a song about "Balls to the wall or nothing at all"

Who knows nothing at all, your crimes consisted of

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

All the times being pinned up against the wall

Baby, let me give you a call

To love me at all at all

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

There's is more in to life then mirrors on the wall look at me

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Or to make their way all the way up to fame

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Just as you rose you will fall

To love me at all at all

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

At the end of day we all have or had mothers