This is a song about "Drop dance"

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

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Save the last dance for you and me

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

At the top/. make it drop,/

O. trice always rep his block

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

I fucking hate this job

Imma ball till i drop

For now everything just seem so right

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,