This is a song about "The undead"

Ever since then i had no job

From the bottom to the top

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

In the heat of the summer,

Baby, you know who you are

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

The replacement of the word "mother"