This is a song about "Dan dancing"

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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

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

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through