This is a song about "Zombies deaths"

You're talking to one of the greatest

I'd give anything to get him off deaths list

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around