This is a song about "Zombie apocalypse"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dick left her dead like a zombie

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

The jiggas and the tips

The incoming apocalypse,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop