This is a song about "Dance with my girl"

Deezy, man keep it, the dance with the devil,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Im in love with you girl dont be wasting my time

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

With your girl i call her my dome bitch

Now you speaking my language

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet