This is a song about "Zombie killer"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Good love then i can do that for her

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

I have no killer degree, cause

Y’all only in it for the cars

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Snoop dogged it, nelly came down

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

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