This is a song about "Dance gavin dance"

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

You can dance around me , no loop

Pockets probably like fried food

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

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