This is a song about "White walls"

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Blood squirtin on the walls, and i aint even nervous at all

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

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

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

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

If i can leave this place, and just get away

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche