This is a song about "Best dance"

Pens dance across pages,

We don't ever make love

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

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

You can dance around me , no loop

Pockets probably like fried food

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see