This is a song about "Black wall transmission remote"

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Your window i smashed, on your couch i land, woop! remote in hand,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

I got my heart and soul in remote control

Baby, let me give you a call

When my backs against the wall

Watch as our courage clashes evil against 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

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall