This is a song about "Berlin wall"

What's with the knife on the wall?

As i'm watching the snow fall

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Now we must stand tall

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Throw two hunid against the wall,