This is a song about "I m just walking around in walmart talking"

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

If i should die before i wake

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I look around and begin walking into the school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure