This is a song about "Dead head hippie"

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

No thoughts in his head, there assuming he's dead

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Modern hippie just like hector

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing