This is a song about "Walkin dead"

Walkin' around people think i'm a joke,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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