This is a song about "Club dance"

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Braggin in the night club,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

And me im trynna dance with one

I lost my connection with my woman

With the piece that kel was rocking

I left the club departing

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Really i was the one trying to dance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Who's sneaking in the club?

Bitches is artificially duck