This is a song about "Kyle hall"

And throw her shit in the hall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

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

Now i've up-graded to taxicab, i'm in the hall of fame,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

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