This is a song about "Dancing"

Not me, i bet you remember the night

There's no dancing for you tonight.

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

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

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new