This is a song about "My dance teacher"

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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.!

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

In a strip club getting a lap dance