This is a song about "Walls"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

Don't want to be the king

When the walls came crashing

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

To dream is to live life’s full potential

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

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

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Banging bitches on my walls

I'll have shit spraying through the walls.

Alcohol and booty calls