This is a song about "The walking dead"

We just want you back at home

C walking in the kill zone

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You can never take me you a dead man walking someone call amc

Like night of the living dead

And please never disrespect my set

This why we get up in the morning

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead