This is a song about "Danceing and partying"

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

They can’t stop us from partying oh yea.

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And get it again and again

Car seats got screens in them