This is a song about "Lap dance"

Tears dripped on my lap, i was battered n' saddened

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Others dance with each others other,

Pens dance across pages,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money