This is a song about "Baller dance"

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Ima straight up baller cuz i hop like a lemur,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Pockets probably like fried food

You're a baller we can go hoop