This is a song about "Walk on blud"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Never ever catchin cold feet because i walk on fire

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

I walk down cushing on the dyke back and forth i'm pacing

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

Man i spit that pimp talk

So i went for a walk

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see