This is a song about "Love dance"

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

But now the dough like kaiser bro

On rhyme, i'll make you dance in the flow

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Bands will make her dance so baby go

The world looking out, they on the front row

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Know it good when she go no hands

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks