This is a song about "Flat bush zombies"

And i got that bait, they all bad

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Let's go, time to burn this bush

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

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

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

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Basketball, you are flat

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours