This is a song about "Dance with my girl"

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

My girl was in fact with you in a wet dream

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

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

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