This is a song about "Mirror on the wall"

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

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

And served it to the public on a silver platter