This is a song about "Tim playing zombies"

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And i'm not playing around

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party