This is a song about "Apocalypse"

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The incoming apocalypse,

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.