This is a song about "Walls"

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

But i came to get down

Through the walls these ghosts drown

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Lady at the frank stand will

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.