This is a song about "Graffiti on walls"

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

Banging bitches on my walls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Lady at the frank stand will

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

They calling me often to offer me walls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style