This is a song about "Off the wall"

What's with the knife on the wall?

Didn't do a thing at all

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Then i pick you up and bounce you til your head hits the wall

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Put my hand through the wall such a young age

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

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

'cause i'm just a broad who bounces off the wall with my thoughts.

Make sure to give them my all

I punch a hole in the wall

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall