This is a song about "My new dance"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

Ha, running rebel on another level

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Got a new song in my brain.

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

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Took in the info like my new track