This is a song about "Continue dancing"

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I'm debating if i should continue this freestyle

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I continue on my journey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

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