This is a song about "Samba dance"

The time is now, on everything

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Bands will make her dance so baby go

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Man it’s the killer tracks

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Others dance with each others other,

Baby, you know who you are