This is a song about "Fame dance life"

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Save the last dance for you and me

I’m tryna be low key

I live my life in tha fast lane

But when it comes to fame

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Man it’s the killer tracks

Your last wish, wanna dance?