This is a song about "Fame dance life"

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Really i was the one trying to dance

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Everybody wants the fame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

She can make a pimp fall in love

Pens dance across pages,

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Balling, but it’s not a game