This is a song about "Dancing"

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

It waiting for ya round da corner fans shouting "yeah" dancing the beat.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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