This is a song about "Long walks"

Look, by the end of this song

My choppa strap too long

Hanging out here all day long,

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag

Feels like a demon but its not its just uneven that this guy walks out eaten

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Most times when a liquor all gone

(and go berserk) all night long

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

That happen to act like a black president

Walks in a bar weapon suppressed, bullet proof vest