This is a song about "Broke dance"

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

Up on phrases i wrote

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

Save the last dance for you and me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

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

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Girl, you're fixing to get your heart broke

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke