This is a song about "Off dance"

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Others dance with each others other,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

On rhyme, i'll make you dance in the flow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

What up girl, tell me how you been

And me im trynna dance with one

And yea we both coming

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Pens dance across pages,