This is a song about "Wynwood walls"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

They calling me often to offer me walls

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

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

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

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

We gotta get back to what really matters