This is a song about "The zombieman"

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

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