This is a song about "Can t dancing"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Top dropped down, black on black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

And it ain't no problem

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that