This is a song about "Systemic apocalypse"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives