This is a song about "Zombies deaths"

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

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

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies