This is a song about "Zombie consumerism"

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

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

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