This is a song about "Town hall"

Make your mark all over the town

If north is up and south is down

But im trying to run this town

Promise if you hold me down

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

No reason to be around

Till we run this fucking town

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

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

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Now that's what you call a game