This is a song about "Dining hall"

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

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

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

And throw her shit in the hall

Only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

So i can try some fine dining

I got a big fear of flying

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I picked you up and ran to the dining room

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//