This is a song about "Mad dance moves"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

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

I hope you listening to my lyrics and it moves you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

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

I just play my part make moves like chess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots