This is a song about "Walls have ears"

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

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

You better cover your ears

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

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

Rich off of grammer like i'm managing frasier, cheers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Seen nothing but heard it all with my ears

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I was born to do the damn thing

When the walls came crashing

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls