This is a song about "Shake"

Shake it for the man of the year

And never should you fear

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

You start to shake and you cant think

To increase my ends

Shake junt, get buck my friends

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Slithering snake you whither and shake

I can tell you that this tape

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Make the ground shake like a trimmer,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Shake junt, brother say it again

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out