This is a song about "Decent street dance"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Including fox hill and 27th street

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

We might be back in this baby

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

Pens dance across pages,

The game of love