This is a song about "Keep on dancing till the world ends"

The story of this little girl's world ends with a storm, now it's bedtime

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Long as she come to me first

I stand on top of the world

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

I ponder on how ill change the world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Hola man u need your ass shave just keep on masturbate till u are abate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that