This is a song about "Club dancing maneuvering to the beat"

Who's sneaking in the club?

What, what ... project shit what

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

So sit down and listen to the beat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club