This is a song about "Dancing llamas"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting