This is a song about "Walkin beats like"

Walkin' when talkin' in funky green n' braggin' about it like nothin's in.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Trap our young black seeds

With the rhythm and beats

The world seems strange at times

Walkin with a pair of nikes

How bout my brother toast kitty, he produces beats that sound like symphony's,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Step in, release, rep 'em like a weapon on beats,

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

Rocking on the beats like i'm tryna tip a cow