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

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

But i have the balls to say it all of you dont talk

Actin like you got the balls to do it

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

All this adds up, and makes a wall, a wall that i must fix to move on with my life,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

All the times being pinned up against the wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall