This is a song about "Walking pass kids"

I'm walking towards your corpses

Always knew where the pot was

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Big stacks, no lego bricks

And quit walking with ur hips,

Little more weed, first class seats

You're walking these streets,

Why are the little kids having little kids

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Put my number in your phone

C walking in the kill zone

But i really needed to pass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Its destruction where i pass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass