This is a song about "When i walk thru"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

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

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

An its like im makin turquoise....the way i blew(blue) thru the green...

And riches and doe you already know when i walk throught the door,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store