This is a song about "Popularity summer dance love"

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

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I can smell it when i go outside

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Give me dome, then let me skate

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

When it comes to trying to hard for popularity you minutemen

Others dance with each others other,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her