This is a song about "Professor zombie"

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

I'm smarter than a professor dressed from head to toe in tweed,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher