This is a song about "Walk on europa"

What i wanna be so i lay on the balcony. we'll walk this road together, through

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I walk up on you, "well, hello tonya"

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

Estrogen specimen, too fitted to walk,