This is a song about "Dance"

And me im trynna dance with one

We have nothing in common

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Really i was the one trying to dance

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

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

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

In a strip club getting a lap dance

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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