This is a song about "Dance"

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You can dance around me , no loop

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

On rhyme, i'll make you dance in the flow

Hit the club she drop it low

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Realitys a bitch and i'm a dance with her

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks