This is a song about "My dance teacher"

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Let me be your rap teacher

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

In a strip club getting a lap dance

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

And my teacher wrote me up but im bout to ditch this referral

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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