This is a song about "Zombie love"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing