This is a song about "To the window to the wall"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I looked out the window to see the usual scene.

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Ditto, pay attention to that loner kid looking out the window

Have to get through the wall, where i'm a juggernaut

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Written in blood on the wall

These joints here not found at the mall

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Look at that mess look out the window

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom