This is a song about "Break dance"

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And there's little to be glad for

Others dance with each others other,

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

(8 second instrumental break)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

All wale talking is ambition

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

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