This is a song about "Why u gotta walk so nast"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

So i took my chain and walk outside

Why y'all gotta act cocky, actin' so godly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

I don't really gotta' take so long (why you gotta take so long?)

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Lady at the frank stand will

Why do u wanna battle,

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Gotta walk right up as if ya knew em

That's why i walk like a cripple

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

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