This is a song about "Asking a girl to a dance"

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

No i never hear a sound, when i dance, i'm stripping,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

To asking women about how your hot to being a bitch bragging then to judging

It ain't hard to make money

That girl meant a lot to me

It's funny at a glance that you'll dance at my memorial.

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Cause people want a girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks