This is a song about "Dancing stares"

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

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

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

My women be in the newest

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Now i gotta exit after you