This is a song about "Hunter hall"

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

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

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Down the hall and don't duel me

Please boo what's your size crazy

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing