This is a song about "Wall"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Rocked so loud like a thunder's call, knocked down another wall.

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

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

You ain't king your gonna fall balls to the wall

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

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

When my backs against the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Didn't do a thing at all

What's with the knife on the wall?

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall