This is a song about "Zombie apocaylpse"

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Professing they found one ready as this

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

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

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

They bringing me fish and chips

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.