This is a song about "Dance music"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Music is money, money isn't music

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Now if you give us a chance

In a strip club getting a lap dance

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Hard to make it in music/

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps