This is a song about "King hall delicacies"

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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

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

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm just sittin in study hall

Just as you rose you will fall