This is a song about "Dancing stares"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Stares in my eyes when she sucks my dick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

The dirty looks, and the jealous stares.

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing