This is a song about "Wall"

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

All the times being pinned up against the wall

When my backs against the wall

Now we must stand tall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Didn't do a thing at all

I feel like i'm breaking out of a wall,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

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

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