This is a song about "Dance for me"

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

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

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Know it good when she go no hands

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Online video is right for me

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Others dance with each others other,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her