This is a song about "Zombie killing"

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

My divine itching and shrine killing

Not for attention for killing

And this will be the song that we sing

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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