This is a song about "Zombie survival"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Y'all better get ready, it's survival of the fittest

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

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

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Not video games with a zombie horde

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie