This is a song about "I can t dance"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

If i die me and her will dance in heaven

You can dance around me , no loop

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Really i was the one trying to dance

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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