This is a song about "Love to dance"

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Man it’s the killer tracks