This is a song about "Walking thru"

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

If your man can't keep up wit you

You just gotta keep pushin thru

Trap our young black seeds

You're walking these streets,

Walking around hiding behind masks

I can barely wipe my ass

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly