This is a song about "On the wall"

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

And i love you all

What's with the knife on the wall?

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

To make karma come faster than she normally will