This is a song about "Keep walking"

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

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

They just wanna dance

Walking to town on the tracks

I'm neo in the matrix

And quit walking with ur hips,

And what about the rappers

Im walking hell, living on earth,

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

You'd be walking a fine line

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

No time to sit i've been walking for miles, bought my own kicks walking in style