This is a song about "Walking away"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Girl listen, trying to position

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

And laugh at these idiots walking around

While i’m walking down the street

For the low that nine cheap

Shit ain’t better alone

C walking in the kill zone

She can make a pimp fall in love

I'm walking towards your corpses

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Inviting guess i'm walking out