This is a song about "Club dance"

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

What, what ... project shit what

Braggin in the night club,

You haters put up your guards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Your last wish, wanna dance?

But i’m praying in advance

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

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