This is a song about "Zombies end of world dead gun prison the walking dead"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

And getting money is the song i sing

I've hit another dead end.

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

In this world all the dead legends are still alive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.