This is a song about "Fame dance life"

In a strip club getting a lap dance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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

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

Im courtside, wizard game

Everybody wants the fame

She do it with no hands

Your last wish, wanna dance?

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

But when it comes to fame

It's been nothing but pain

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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