This is a song about "David hall"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

I'm passed the hall of fame,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

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

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

By the phone, no call

And throw her shit in the hall

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call