This is a song about "Tales from the crypt"

They say nothings ever free

Breeds from the poverty,

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Seeing ghosts from the past

These lyrics come from the heart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

From the bench to the ball

Baby, let me give you a call

The diss went from witty

Lord knows you've been busy

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth