This is a song about "Wall"

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Where the ball meets the wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Didn't do a thing at all

What's with the knife on the wall?

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

The wall being the victim

Just as you rose you will fall

And golden mall with a golden wall

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall