This is a song about "Are we the waiting"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Yes after you see this you'll we waiting

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

We are all just needles in the hay.

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Now this shit is turning to a habit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit