This is a song about "Dancing to the beat"

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

So sit down and listen to the beat

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

All night we been fuckin to the beat

Everybody finger point in your direction

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot