This is a song about "Lap dancing"

And you could find interest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Suddenly i felt something crawl onto my lap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that