This is a song about "Hamer dance"

Pens dance across pages,

My nigga, its all love

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

I just want somebody i can see

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

We no longer close or nothing

And me im trynna dance with one

Top ranked, number one my son

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats