This is a song about "Plants vs zombies"

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

I need your love like plants need rain,

Take advice keep it clean don't complain