This is a song about "Ill be on the wall of fame"

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

An when the world ends...ill be the only left on it,

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

This is just an indication that we still working

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Nigga be on the wall gettin nailed

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall