This is a song about "Walking up hungover"

Walking with an empty purse

Adabo to my haters

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

Acting like you real or something

You ain't walking you sulking

But i step up, keep my head up walking tall schooling kids from neighbourhood halls,

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

About walking up to this shit cause i'll unload than i'll reload i overrode you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king