This is a song about "Dancing llamas"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king