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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

When my backs against the wall

Just as you rose you will fall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Throw two hunid against the wall,

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Have to get through the wall, where i'm a juggernaut

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Actin like you got the balls to do it

I put the nigga in his casket

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Sat up for 3 days staring at the wall my friends like