This is a song about "The wall"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

All the times being pinned up against the wall

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Used to call me the african don dada

Hangs it by the hook in the wall, looking in awe,

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And i am one of one

The wall being the victim

Know you want me to fall

Throw two hunid against the wall,