This is a song about "Dance nigga"

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Realitys a bitch and i'm a dance with her

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Thought this was forever love

Pens dance across pages,

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

So just dance to the sound of the church bells chime

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine