This is a song about "Majorette dance"

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

We don't ever make love

Pens dance across pages,

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Lost my nigga over nothing though

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck