This is a song about "Flat bush zombies"

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Murdered you on the flat screen

It's roc nation, this my team

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Not extending it i tell it flat.

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Let's go, time to burn this bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one