This is a song about "Body shake"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Slithering snake you whither and shake

And never should you fear

Shake it for the man of the year

For the occasion, paper planes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

(milkshake)that thing shake with it

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Is what you make it, shake it

Then play you all my latest shit

Now it might sound cocky

Your words engraved on my body