This is a song about "The man behind the wall"

All the times being pinned up against the wall

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

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

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I punch a hole in the wall

Know you want me to fall

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

To my unborn child

And the hugs from behind