This is a song about "Bloop dance"

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

Save the last dance for you and me

Took my heart away from money

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Realitys a bitch and i'm a dance with her

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

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

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

I'm explicit so you just bloop me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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