This is a song about "Dance music"

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Third ward general, young cash money

Save the last dance for you and me

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

You make elevator music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Knowing when its over blastin music

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

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