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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

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

I walk out of the washroom door over to the cupboard

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I watched you walk out that door,

So tell me why are we at war

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

We gunna take this party on into the morning

5. walk over rappers like laminate flooring,

Walk into a prison, walk out with new decisions,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne