This is a song about "Zombie apocalypse"

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

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

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

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

Cut me off every time im talking

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Mow anybody wanna play some hockey

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie