This is a song about "Walk up get popped"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

Walk around the corner, get a flier from a crier/

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

You could be doin" - open up your legs, walk me through it

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Walk into the club like what up this is a sock hop

Walk my way and i get nervous

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Walk righ up and give um a smack

Can't win with a passive attack

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

Coroners comfort your mama

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see