This is a song about "A guy who likes dancing"

And she deserves a guy who can meet her needs and in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

No one likes you man you're a shame, you're crazy you insane?

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'm done man i don't really give a fuck who wins me you or the next guy i

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance