This is a song about "Walking and talking"

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

And i should not be woken, i'm the walking dead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

With those crazy ass people at the county building

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

And since you were talking filthy,

I like my girls smart, skinny