This is a song about "Moon walking on those hoes"

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I love the way you walk

Leave those worries on the boardwalk.

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Walking to town on the tracks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance