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

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

She don’t give her nigga head

Not video games with a zombie horde

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I looked at him, told him sit down

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Dick left her dead like a zombie

I'm going back to cali

I'll ring your door during lunchtime

Let me put my funk on this one time

Then during the next week or two

Cause when i make this stew