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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Make nigga turn his rage on

That's why i here whispers

Who like all my pictures,

As i'm watching the snow fall

Written in blood on the wall

What's with the knife on the wall?

Just as you rose you will fall