This is a song about "Hall won"

And throw her shit in the hall

Mirror mirror on the wall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I'm a son of a gun

When harker finally won

You always thought you won

And you can tell everyone

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

We battle 1 time and you thought you had won,

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm passed the hall of fame/

My buzz is like cocaine