This is a song about "Lap dance"

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Pens dance across pages,

Ships that sail to distant places

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Until your tits fall off into your lap

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Yeah bitch this date's done

And me im trynna dance with one

Basking in everlasting hormones he asks her to sit in his lap

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Your bitch on my lap pleaing for my pee pee so bad