This is a song about "Dance we walt"

Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier

Folarin, the muse of the hater

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Bitch, they call it motor city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Yeah bitch this date's done

And me im trynna dance with one

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

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

And get on down with this thc vision

We can dance but your chances are slim to none