This is a song about "Dancehall dancing"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

And you're approaching me right

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

When they twist and talk with they fingers

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

When i get to warwick avenue