This is a song about "Dance like dad"

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

It ain't like that

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Like football your ass smacked dad

Sneak up on attack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Pens dance across pages,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag