This is a song about "Zombie"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

4. i'm the walking dead your a zombie crawling,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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