This is a song about "My dance teacher"

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Your last wish, wanna dance?

For setting up traps

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Fucked up preacher fuck all world religion my life is a fucking teacher

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!