This is a song about "American street dance"

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Including fox hill and 27th street

Including fox hill and 27th street

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Rap on street lights,dance to get your feet right

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight