This is a song about "Power walking"

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I am on the mic with everlasting power

A country in power

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

I am on the mic with everlasting power

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

We fuckin' it up this summer

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I must go like fly route

Inviting guess i'm walking out