This is a song about "Dance space"

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

The weed in me is real sticky

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

We're running out of space,

Tryin hard to hide my face

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Save the last dance for you and me

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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