This is a song about "Dancing"

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

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