This is a song about "Janice hall"

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

By the phone, no call

And throw her shit in the hall

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

Like a small garage in your backyard

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again