This is a song about "Walk"

Here i go again, searching for love

I don't walk so i have no hurdles

Hey diaz i wanna go for a walk,

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Wen i walk down ya street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Walk into a prison, walk out with new decisions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

So i took my chain and walk outside

Let me tell you bout these sneakers in which i walk

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You pretend to walk around happily

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

This path i choose to walk alone