This is a song about "Walking on paradise"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Fuck a good safe place like paradise,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

I wake up from this paradise

Take her back to where i live

Walking to town on the tracks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Or whatever religion you believe in, bitch you walking on thin ice and i'ma leave