This is a song about "Walking buddy"

You just trynna be haters

Walking with an empty purse

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

You're walking these streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm walking towards your corpses