This is a song about "Dancing by myself"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

I'm a mob by myself/

We can never be friends

If you can't look up at yourself

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

Growing up by myself

And if you pay for that yourself