This is a song about "Dance"

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

You can dance around me , no loop

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Cold, my style making my nose run

And me im trynna dance with one

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

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

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

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands