This is a song about "Walking love"

You're walking these streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And quit walking with ur hips,

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats

While i’m walking down the street

This is the concrete

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Why i'm fucken falling in each step i'm walking?

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

No time to sit i've been walking for miles, bought my own kicks walking in style

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd