This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

Back from the motherfucking dead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

I gotta know if it's real or not

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Better than college, after that, students home

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp