This is a song about "Dance"

Really i was the one trying to dance

From an african american stance

Pens dance across pages,

And i need you to show me love

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Cause if you run the light

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Others dance with each others other,

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo