This is a song about "Love walks away"

Put a eighth on lay away

She do everything i say

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

First i have potential, now i got them answers

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house