This is a song about "Dance for me"

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

That you can blame me for

Army stance, ready for war

This is like riding through the city

Save the last dance for you and me

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

Watchin the flame dance hopin you'll give me a second chance

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