This is a song about "Dancing"

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb