This is a song about "Dead man walkin"

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

All you niggas dead , dead fake

We both had dreams of being great

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Been spending most our lives

Walkin with a pair of nikes

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Mitt romney walkin' inside target, buyin' all the pickets

Walkin' around people think i'm a joke,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke