This is a song about "Can t dancing"

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

Penncounting pennys over tha years

This is d j t j's sequel

We don't believe you, you need more people

If you feel it, it must be real just

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She's a part time

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring