This is a song about "Walkin dead"

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Walkin' up and talkin' lies, you want something for free?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back

* amalgam digital download bonus track