This is a song about "Doing my dance"

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

I've dislocated my fucking brain and it's doing fine without me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

God, i'm just doing my best

Life has put her to the test

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

Thats what my dad was doing

Love is so confusing