This is a song about "Apocalypse"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

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

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The incoming apocalypse,

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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