This is a song about "Osseo dance team"

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Your last wish, wanna dance?

For setting up traps

Without a team, no excellence

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

On the slow jam of love

Pens dance across pages,

Really i was the one trying to dance

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