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

Had a dance with the devil and i to be there by like seven

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Pocket racked up all big faces

I want a girl to love

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Fuck a girl who doesn't want to appreciate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape