This is a song about "The undead affect"

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

Badly affect by society, trying to be somebody and not someone,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

That's the affect of bitches who disrespect

And i don’t need a cure

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

My rhymes affect you like an irritant

If you ever feel alone and

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap