This is a song about "Dont make me dance"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

And me im trynna dance with one

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You can dance around me , no loop

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Bands will make her dance so baby go

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Save the last dance for you and me

Beautiful are thou, africa

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Ur rhyming flow is shit n' dont make sense to me,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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