This is a song about "A zombie"

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Stand for something or die in the morning

4. i'm the walking dead your a zombie crawling,

Let's enjoy our younger years

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.