This is a song about "Can t dancing"

This is d j t j's sequel

We don't believe you, you need more people

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Shotgun in the drop made a right

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

For the outlawz, here we come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance