This is a song about "Josh hall"

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

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

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

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