This is a song about "Shit hits the wall"

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Fails i make shit, hits platinum, titanium lit from chemicals in the fit,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

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

Just spit the shit that hits the way that i see fit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

These joints here not found at the mall

Written in blood on the wall

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Just as you rose you will fall

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,