This is a song about "Systemic apocalypse"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The incoming apocalypse,

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Cause we been off them slave ships

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips