This is a song about "Walks"

Friend walks threw the door. but his friend had something else that he was

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

I don't need no fucking throne

She goes on in, walks into his home,

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number