This is a song about "Kids song about dance"

So pretentious with no potential

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And those kids just about, belted out

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

On the slow jam of love

Pens dance across pages,

Your last wish, wanna dance?

For setting up traps

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Others dance with each others other,

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches