This is a song about "Trevor hall"

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'm passed the hall of fame/

I got that goodman game

I'm passed the hall of fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Down the hall and don't duel me

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing