This is a song about "Children street dance"

Now we all in the street

But i'm not worried

As i christen your children

And i am one of one

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

There's children dying and i am crying

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Box car children trying to hide

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Wen i walk down ya street

But don't fall asleep

Really i was the one trying to dance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks