This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

What up girl, tell me how you been

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

She's dancing out on the floor, come on baby give me a twirl

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb