This is a song about "Zombies e"

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

These aliens are among us..among you...like zombies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

Its the h.o.r.s double e

They say nothings ever free