This is a song about "Ima zoe"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

If i die before i wake

And ima suffocate

But ima go find him

Through thick and thin

Ima lyrical maniac

The real muscle in the message of that

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Unlike you ima real purebred,

Im that man, ima the man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

But ima be the feather

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket