This is a song about "Doing my dance"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Some niggas ain't got no luck

 i'm doing my best to live it up,

It's funny at a glance that you'll dance at my memorial.

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

In private, not public in the streets

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals