This is a song about "Aliens and zombies"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

My styles universal aliens feel it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Get high, grab a chainsaw, kill some fuckin aliens

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips