This is a song about "Kids song about dance"

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Must be something you want me to see

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Can barely finish a song

Ha, running rebel on another level

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

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

And those kids just about, belted out

I try to be the guy, you think about

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

How about our president killing innocent kids?