This is a song about "Broke dance"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Was a ghost at the most, broke

And i'm convinced we're broke,

I live by the code

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

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