This is a song about "The fall of the berlin wall"

Baby, let me give you a call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Goin off the wall like vans-

For setting up traps

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

When my backs against the wall

By the phone, no call

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Now we must stand tall

I punch a hole in the wall