This is a song about "Space zombie"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Overall, your lost in deep space,

But i'm not in the first place

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

While i got my hand on the tec, wave