This is a song about "Undead affect"

I just wanted to be at peace with you

I'm like the glue to my crew, the undead few

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

Make a freak whore, detour

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

You bigots do not affect me, i'm a living, breathing poet,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

A site where my attitude doesnt affect my career.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that