This is a song about "Zombie apoclase"

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

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

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back