This is a song about "Mad dance moves"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Really i was the one trying to dance

Niggas claim they making moves still standing where they start

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

I hope you listening to my lyrics and it moves you

Pens dance across pages,

Pocket racked up all big faces

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,