This is a song about "Osseo dance team"

Pens dance across pages,

Hop off the bus

And me im trynna dance with one

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

You a pussy boy, you and your team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Without a team, no excellence

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Im so good i need no tag team

With the goons i spar

Your team will crash like nascar

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats