This is a song about "Zombie apocalypse"

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

The incoming apocalypse,

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie