This is a song about "Hollywood undead"

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I aint never been there, but i stay acting hollywood

No hook, fuck a hook

From hollywood to the hood

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Than with these hollywood actors, a criminal sentence,

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

I'm like the glue to my crew, the undead few

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

For a property in hollywood hills

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I'm undead, undeniable, unable to save