This is a song about "Wall paper"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Left me like a blank white paper

Didn't do a thing at all

Throw two hunid against the wall,

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Baby, let me give you a call

And golden mall with a golden wall

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

What's with the knife on the wall?

I don’t do nothing but ball