This is a song about "Dance music"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Really i was the one trying to dance

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Music is money, money isn't music

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

You make elevator music

The master of this rap shit

Save the last dance for you and me

Now i can draw your face up pretty