This is a song about "Zombie consumerism"

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Not video games with a zombie horde

We are bred by consumerism

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring