This is a song about "Zombie"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

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

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Probably die getting some head

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I’m tryna be low key

Dick left her dead like a zombie

The bitches is everything in between

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen