This is a song about "Killing zombiez at da arcade"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You messin wit da truth,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Matter fact im good at killing with anything, talk

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Snooping around and killing

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school