This is a song about "Tim playing zombies"

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

On they car note to go to the club

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Your playing my shit on repeat

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Laying it down playing ma sound

Yellow diamonds in my ear

But luckily tim changed my year