This is a song about "The wall"

Didn't do a thing at all

I punch a hole in the wall

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

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

Written in blood on the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

You hit the wall like its another crack in someones ass.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

When my backs against the wall

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall