This is a song about "Walk it out like crutches"

That's why you'll find her on the floor

I watched you walk out that door,

I walk out of the washroom door over to the cupboard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I got soul, there's more in store

Could just walk right out that door

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I used to walk with the gun now i walk like a man

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You take it in the shitter like daily and come out claiming

Won't run out anytime soon

If she don't like walk under moon

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

It doesn't seem like that these days cant even walk down the avenue

So why am i calling out ryot, cuz i feel like it,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit