This is a song about "Go over to the sidewalk"

Like a small garage in your backyard

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

And we go to the church

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Game over before i even turned to the game,

Because we all the same color once the blood starts to go.

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

You walked like you just might fall, on the sidewalk

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Daily problems to scuffle over the rubble- its too deep

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

I walk over to the couch and sit down

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Mumblin' like the old man i see on the sidewalk