This is a song about "A zombie"

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Not video games with a zombie horde

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Dick left her dead like a zombie

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking