This is a song about "Walking street"

Wen i walk down ya street

Have no souls indeed

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

And this will be the song that we sing

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Including fox hill and 27th street

Bitch i'm all you need

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

We come through throbbing like thunder storms