This is a song about "Backstreet dance"

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Girl, you got me in a trance

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

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

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

They say nothings ever free

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy