This is a song about "Corpses on the dancefloor"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

' alright, already, the show goes on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

I'm walking towards your corpses

But you hate them navel kisses

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I have so much to say

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

' alright, already, the show goes on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You cant grab on whats on the news

With women with issues