This is a song about "Zombie apocolypse"

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete