This is a song about "Do my dance"

My sleepin' pills though, shit man do they do the trick

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Got that deep love

Pens dance across pages,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Do you approve of my lyrics?

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Others dance with each others other,

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,