This is a song about "Barcelona venezuela during zombie apocalypse"

On the slow jam of love

[intro (during chorus):]

Not video games with a zombie horde

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

So here i am at the store for some chips

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Dick left her dead like a zombie

Look it something they can't ever see

Must be something you want me to see

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

If north is up and south is down