This is a song about "Walkin dead"

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Just like walkin in the bathroom to piss in the garbage

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Mitt romney walkin' inside target, buyin' all the pickets

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends