This is a song about "Corey is walking the fridge"

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Is getting turned down, in the end i've been walking with a frown

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

I'm the walking dead baby, i'm the only a-mc.

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I let my brain do the talking while my fingers do the walking,

We gunna take this party into into the morning