This is a song about "Black ops 2 zombies"

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

We kung-fu that jack black/

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze