This is a song about "Late walks"

At an extremly alarming rate

Cus now nigga its to late

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Do not delay the time is late,

Around me, they want to stay out late

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Gotta change now before its way too late

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house