This is a song about "Zombie consumerism"

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

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

4. i'm the walking dead your a zombie crawling,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Not video games with a zombie horde

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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