This is a song about "Walking home"

My position improving, not to mention

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I'm walking towards your corpses

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Time is running while you're walking in gait