This is a song about "Berlin wall"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

And golden mall with a golden wall

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

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

I punch a hole in the wall

Now we must stand tall

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Like the berlin wall i am falling taking over this bitch like im stalling

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Didn't do a thing at all

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call