This is a song about "Turn them into zombies"

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

I'm a metaphorical hitler, i'll turn the mainstream into the holocaust

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I come from humboldt where we turn dirt into money

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I verbally turn the booth into the wasteland of a nuke

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old