This is a song about "Dancing dolls"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

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

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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