This is a song about "Zombie apocalypse"

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

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

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead