This is a song about "Flat bush zombies"

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your lies are fake as george bush/

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

These aliens are among us..among you...like zombies

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

See i let my nigga split that

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fire up the burning bush