This is a song about "Walking and talking"

And if i do go you better come through

Im talking to you and only you/

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I'm walking and creating all of my own footprints,

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

I'm walking in this darkness and i'm tryna find a light

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Seemingly seam-less im talking inseam and sleeveless,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this