This is a song about "Systemic apocalypse"

The incoming apocalypse,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

She can only take so much more than her heart got