This is a song about "Homecoming dance"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Save the last dance for you and me

Plottin' don’t even worry

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

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Really i was the one trying to dance