This is a song about "Popularity summer dance love"

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

From an african american stance

Really i was the one trying to dance

Be as your way

Summer school? ya, ok.

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Hating my macking, they asking

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing