This is a song about "Floating illinois river"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

And on the banks of this river

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Floating like a locust when i wrote this golden little memo

Throw em in the river outdoors

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss