This is a song about "Walls have ears"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

Don't want to be the king

When the walls came crashing

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Like poop smeared on the walls

Shots, they back and forth

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Banging bitches on my walls

I'm tired of all the bullshit going through my ears

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

What you gonna say now, huh? i'm all ears,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years