This is a song about "Drop dance"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

What's the deal with the nets though

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Cause i break it out a lot

Okay man you do the drop

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Others dance with each others other,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Pens dance across pages,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Your last wish, wanna dance?

At the top/. make it drop,/

Almost cried right on the spot

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy