This is a song about "Keep walking"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Walking to town on the tracks

After he just got out, 15 years to count

And laugh at these idiots walking around

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Time is running while you're walking in gait

She likes the way it hits her lips

And quit walking with ur hips,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

I pray the lord my guns to keep

While i’m walking down the street

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I'm walking towards your corpses