This is a song about "Balls to the wall"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

You ain't king your gonna fall balls to the wall

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Written in blood on the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall