This is a song about "Walking into smoke"

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

But as she was walking into the classroom door,

C walking in the kill zone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I put it down your throat

Lungs get filled with potent smoke

Smoke you like a timber and leave you dyin as you look into the mirror

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I look around and begin walking into the school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Walking around hiding behind masks

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,