This is a song about "Zombie consumerism"

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

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

Dick left her dead like a zombie

But make sure if they do see

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

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

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

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

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out