This is a song about "Dance"

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

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

For setting up traps

Your last wish, wanna dance?

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Money ain't a thing

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing