This is a song about "Killing zombies"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

But i ain't listening

Snooping around and killing

Like when i used to be killing

And getting money is the song i sing

On this mission that im killing,

Hit it til your make up missing

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

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

I'm killing off,all the babies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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