This is a song about "I m just a talking head a zombie floating but i have your mom deep throating"

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I take a deep breath , if i have any left.

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Punch through your head get a mind i've what i just said