This is a song about "Flatbush zombies"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory