This is a song about "Dance dancing"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

See these lights got me on another level

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

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