This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

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

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Kick back and know yo son set

Fuck around with me you just get dead

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone