This is a song about "Kyle hall"

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

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

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

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

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

But now walking in a make up hall and reacting to take it all

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

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

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full