This is a song about "Balls to the walls"

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

But yet you still got the balls to say deezy's just a blow over.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins