This is a song about "The wall"

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

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

Then i pick you up and bounce you til your head hits the wall

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

By the phone, no call

What's with the knife on the wall?

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Put my hand through the wall such a young age

Distraction, fist 'bout to smash the wall after the public reaction

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin