This is a song about "The huns are deid"

Watch the ones that are shady,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I love your ambition

That the villains are pulling in

Where the kids are raving

I know the road i'm taking

Their remains are feeding the rodents

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Let my angel sing

The fuck are you saying?

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Visions, dreams of passion

All the coldest are fallin