This is a song about "American street dance"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Really i was the one trying to dance

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Others dance with each others other,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for