This is a song about "Walking a dog"

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

In a private jet while i'm walking in

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Cause im vicious like a killer rabid vampire dog

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Got your head in a bag as i'm walking home,

You could consider me a walking cremation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win