This is a song about "Dance music"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Pens dance across pages,

So let 'em chase love

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Save the last dance for you and me

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Others dance with each others other,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

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