This is a song about "Walls"

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Sometimes i run into walls until my body goes into cardiac arrest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

I know a little girly from uptown

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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