This is a song about "Walking is working"

Let's enjoy our younger years

Walking with an empty purse

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Yes sir, please confess

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

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

Aye, is this mic working?

Don't want to be the king

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Working the drywall partying it up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck