This is a song about "The hall"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Well rick james, maury jane

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Wolf gang, kill em' all

And throw her shit in the hall

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door