This is a song about "Trina hall"

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Down the hall and don't duel me

Knowing you can no longer party

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame/