This is a song about "Broke dance"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

Shit, there ain't no telling

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

After the club, gettin you open

And me im trynna dance with one

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

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

I live by the code

If skill was wealth you'd be broke