This is a song about "School dance"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But now i'm in high school

That's the sound of my tool

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

So pretentious with no potential

Cold world no blanket son

And me im trynna dance with one

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

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