This is a song about "Dance"

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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

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

On rhyme, i'll make you dance in the flow

My new flow bought hublots below zero

And me im trynna dance with one

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Others dance with each others other,