This is a song about "Systemic apocalypse"

She can only take so much more than her heart got

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

The incoming apocalypse,

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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

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