This is a song about "Tim playing zombies"

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

I thought it'd get better but

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from