This is a song about "Dance moves"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

And now that i’m getting money

Save the last dance for you and me

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Pens dance across pages,

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

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