This is a song about "The apocalypse"

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

The name of the game is

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.