This is a song about "Dry wall"

Written in blood on the wall

These joints here not found at the mall

As i'm watching the snow fall

Hangin' pictures on my wall

When my backs against the wall

Make sure to give them my all

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

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

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball