This is a song about "Dawn of the dead"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Even in the dead of night, my niggas lurk

And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,