This is a song about "Wall street"

Hangin' pictures on my wall

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Make sure to give them my all

Written in blood on the wall

If a nigga didn't fake like them

The wall being the victim

And golden mall with a golden wall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

G.o.n.z. running down the street

But i'm not worried

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

Throw two hunid against the wall,

These joints here not found at the mall

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

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall