This is a song about "Club dance"

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

She was the queen of the club

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

I'm caged up in state prison

And me im trynna dance with one

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

That shit was wack as fuck

Talking about fight club,

Mama made her pretty

Save the last dance for you and me