This is a song about "Facebook walls"

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

She hooks up with the guy, chatting with him on facebook,

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Ha, running rebel on another level

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Everyone use facebook on me.

Like hoes down in magic city