This is a song about "Good street dance"

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The revolution will proceed

Including fox hill and 27th street

Now we all in the street

We can't catch the beat

Seein' dreams in they sleep

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

In a strip club getting a lap dance

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks