This is a song about "Dance dance"

Pens dance across pages,

Got that deep love

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

For setting up traps

Your last wish, wanna dance?

What up girl, tell me how you been

And me im trynna dance with one

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You can dance around me , no loop

In a strip club getting a lap dance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

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

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