This is a song about "Wall street"

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

Hangin' pictures on my wall

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

But these wall street bankers use this to pad their wallets,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And golden mall with a golden wall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all