This is a song about "Continue dancing"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

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

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king