This is a song about "Wall"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

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

Now if you give us a chance

Goin off the wall like vans-

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

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

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

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