This is a song about "Back from the dead like a makaveli"

From the fact that i’m comin’ back

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

If your man want to bet

Back from the motherfucking dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Like night of the living dead

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Off the top like a confiscated snap back

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Youll be like a survivor from the holocaust

Like that one line i said on "i'm back" from the mathers lp1

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she