This is a song about "Dance gavin dance"

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Your last wish, wanna dance?

But i’m praying in advance

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Others dance with each others other,

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Pens dance across pages,

Ships that sail to distant places

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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