This is a song about "The undead"

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I'm like the glue to my crew, the undead few

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'm the nigga with the juice

Got the passion for the music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Now look: the change has come

Do the math, get the sum