This is a song about "Dance moms"

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

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

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

O wait...your moms already did/

I remember waking to my moms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

Really i was the one trying to dance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks