This is a song about "Walls"

But he don't rule a thing

When the walls came crashing

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

Banging bitches on my walls

Black fours red drop head doors

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

And getting money is the song i sing