This is a song about "Zombie slaya"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And the v12, that's on various trips

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set