This is a song about "Facebook walls"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

Fuck it, i'm done

Breaking walls like samson

Banging bitches on my walls

And of course, my car's off course

Sometimes i run into walls until my body goes into cardiac arrest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I'll have shit spraying through the walls.

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,