This is a song about "Apocalypse"

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

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

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

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

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

The incoming apocalypse,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop