This is a song about "Balls to the walls"

My name is timb aka thomas crown

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

To let the walls fall down and speak something a bit sounding

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

Talking of the gods you serve

I'll have shit spraying through the walls.

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot