This is a song about "Decent street dance"

Pens dance across pages,

And men'll chase love

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

She do it with no hands

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Rap on street lights,dance to get your feet right

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

We can't catch the beat

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Now we all in the street

Seein' dreams in they sleep