This is a song about "Walking a dog"

You could consider me a walking cremation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Walking after her ass like a lil puppy, ain't a thing funny

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Like rapin a dog stomp you lil shit then scrape you off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Like a dog without paws,

Alcohol and booty calls