This is a song about "Walking on the mood"

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Chomping at your oxygen chords

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Im not in the mood for any more bad news,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Far away from home

C walking in the kill zone

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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