This is a song about "Fame dance life"

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

The weed in me is real sticky

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Save the last dance for you and me

I'm going off the top of the brain

Not aiming for big fame

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

The demon inside giving me life, i always dance with the devil im rolling the dice.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Really i was the one trying to dance