This is a song about "Harlem shake"

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

They all just shake their heads and scoff

So here i sit as i shake it

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I thought i recognized her

Make the ground shake like a trimmer,

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Shake junt, brother say it again

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid