This is a song about "Walking and talking"

Im talking to you and only you/

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Mean alot more to me, check me out

And laugh at these idiots walking around

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

U can see me walking u can see me jogging talking to myself

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends