This is a song about "Zombie apoclase"

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

And getting money is the song i sing

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

And please never disrespect my set

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back