This is a song about "Dance dance"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Know it good when she go no hands

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Pens dance across pages,

I wouldn't be famous

Others dance with each others other,

Just to let you know, you are

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy