This is a song about "Mad dance moves"

Sneak up on attack

Let the beat spin like mad

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I hope you listening to my lyrics and it moves you

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Save the last dance for you and me

I'm in love with a lady who crazy