This is a song about "Holly hall"

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Down the hall and don't duel me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

But now walking in a make up hall and reacting to take it all