This is a song about "Dance nigga"

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Pens dance across pages,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Energized and still going

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

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

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

So just dance to the sound of the church bells chime

You can dance around me , no loop

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

And me im trynna dance with one

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Others dance with each others other,