This is a song about "Walking and talking"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And i don't like walking all alone,

And laugh at these idiots walking around

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

And quit walking with ur hips,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating