This is a song about "Dancing"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

She's dancing out on the floor, come on baby give me a twirl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket