This is a song about "Apocalypse"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

The incoming apocalypse,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Good love then i can do that for her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter