This is a song about "Syd wall"

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

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

By the phone, no call

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

You ain't king your gonna fall balls to the wall

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The wall being the victim

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall