This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I can teach you all the sounds of love

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Come back with some shit that's so crazy it'll bring the dead up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that