This is a song about "Polaroid pictures on his wall"

There's is more in to life then mirrors on the wall look at me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

All this adds up, and makes a wall, a wall that i must fix to move on with my life,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Who like all my pictures,

Potions paint me mental pictures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

What's with the knife on the wall?

Bitch, i was born to ball

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.