This is a song about "Cant dance"

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Save the last dance for you and me

And my kick game beyond crazy

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though