This is a song about "Walkin dead"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I see you walkin' ya walk, you be talkin' ya talk

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Walkin in and out of that sliding door

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Talented niggas since walkin towards the wrong, never lasted long

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,