This is a song about "Mandem on the wall"

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Baby, let me give you a call

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'm a son of gun

The wall being the victim

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Written in blood on the wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

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

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall