This is a song about "Hump dance"

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And me im trynna dance with one

And when it's said and done

Pens dance across pages,

Always knew where the pot was

Others dance with each others other,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Bands will make her dance so baby go

This how i hear it different

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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