This is a song about "Walking around"

You're walking these streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Walking with an empty purse

If i sent my dad letters

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Walking around hiding behind masks

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

This why we get up in the morning