This is a song about "Walks"

Feels like a demon but its not its just uneven that this guy walks out eaten

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

She walks past every damn day,i sit in my room and i just play,

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Learn to protect my family when a faggot walks up hit em with the automatic

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

She goes on in, walks into his home,