This is a song about "Dance dancing"

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

As long as we're cooperating with god

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

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

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

And getting money is the song i sing