This is a song about "Walking"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Walking with an empty purse

You just trynna be haters

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Why i'm fucken falling in each step i'm walking?

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

C walking in the kill zone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out