This is a song about "Day of tha dead"

Catch you up on places i've been

Of your memories in tha dozen

That reminds me of that day

Do it, okay, okay

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay