This is a song about "Walk on europa"

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Walk on to rappad everyone one want beef and shit

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Every time i walk inside the house, burn on the face cause it burnt shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket