This is a song about "Barnes hall"

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I'm passed the hall of fame,

All the bitches know my name

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall