This is a song about "Walking out"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Walking around hiding behind masks

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

I was born to do the damn thing

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

Walking with an empty purse

They slowly showin they colors

And quit walking with ur hips,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Walking to town on the tracks

You're walking these streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams