This is a song about "Wall"

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Know you want me to fall

Where the ball meets the wall

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Now we must stand tall

When my backs against the wall