This is a song about "Walking dead"

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Walking with an empty purse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I'm the walking dead, hoping that rick grimes lies ahead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

4. i'm the walking dead your a zombie crawling,

They are not confident when im talking

I'm the walking dead baby, i'm the only a-mc.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

She can make a pimp fall in love

I'm walking towards your corpses