This is a song about "Gangsta walkin"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

He tries to be a gangsta,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

See me walking, walkin in the pathway