This is a song about "A zombie"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Not video games with a zombie horde