This is a song about "Berlin wall"

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Smoking the best weed in berlin

The wall being the victim

Because he made his decision

Wolf gang, kill em' all

When my backs against the wall

Rocked so loud like a thunder's call, knocked down another wall.

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

I don’t do nothing but ball

And golden mall with a golden wall

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

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall