This is a song about "Dancing by myself"

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

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

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

I'm a mob by myself/

We can never be friends

I feel i'm losing myself day by day confusion wiping reason away/

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.