This is a song about "Walking home"

You ain't walking you sulking

Tell them niggas we coming

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

They're telling you too go home

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

While i’m walking down the street

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Walking with an empty purse

If i sent my dad letters

Walking with an empty purse