This is a song about "Automatic zombie"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Bitch i got a fully loaded automatic

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key