This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

Fuck around with me you just get dead

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

When they showed up at your door at christmas

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

We charging you niggas up you like it or not