This is a song about "Fame dance life"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Save the last dance for you and me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame/

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

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

150 on my chain

But when it comes to fame

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Really i was the one trying to dance