This is a song about "Celine wall"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

Throw two hunid against the wall,

I don’t do nothing but ball

Baby, let me give you a call

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

And golden mall with a golden wall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Hangin' pictures on my wall

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall