This is a song about "Fame love dance"

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

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

I dont care about the fame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

And my niggas all the same

Everybody wants the fame

Others dance with each others other,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm going off the top of the brain

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

But five years from now i bet she see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!