This is a song about "Hall pass"

Down the hall and don't duel me

And niggas flashing crazy

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Bad rap, cuties claim

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Bring your pen and your weed stash

But i really needed to pass

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"