This is a song about "Wall flower"

I also have a cutie to call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Where the ball meets the wall

These joints here not found at the mall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

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

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin