This is a song about "Bricked wall"

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I feel like i'm breaking out of a wall,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

As i'm watching the snow fall

Throw two hunid against the wall,

I also have a cutie to call

You ain't king your gonna fall balls to the wall

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

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

I punch a hole in the wall

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Written in blood on the wall

By the phone, no call

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall