This is a song about "Zombie apoclase"

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dick left her dead like a zombie

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

You know that love is a very serious thing