This is a song about "Great wall"

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

What's with the knife on the wall?

Didn't do a thing at all

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Just as you rose you will fall

Of course they all hate

To destroy something so great

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

When my backs against the wall

Know you want me to fall

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard