This is a song about "Asking to a dance"

I can taste the salt from my tears

They asking me to be myself

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

In her pyjama’s excitedly asking everyone to find a chair

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Really i was the one trying to dance

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Asking him to pursuit my dream

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck