This is a song about "Nails in a wall"

And just a wall of time remains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Don't even try to speak to me kid, cause i'm a blank wall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Hangs it by the hook in the wall, looking in awe,

Our history that they stole, africa

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You hit the wall like its another crack in someones ass.

Rocked so loud like a thunder's call, knocked down another wall.

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.