This is a song about "Paul wall"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Where the ball meets the wall

Know you want me to fall

Make sure to give them my all

Hangin' pictures on my wall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

Written in blood on the wall

Wanna fuck em all

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation