This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

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

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

It waiting for ya round da corner fans shouting "yeah" dancing the beat.

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Like night of the living dead

She don’t give her nigga head

I'm assured the victim's dead with murder expertise,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Ten more depending on where wale going

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin