This is a song about "Devil dance"

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Man it’s the killer tracks

Really i was the one trying to dance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Like cruel killer,badder then a devil

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will