This is a song about "Slow dance"

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Call me whatever joe

They aren't even moving slow,

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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.

Syrup got me so slow

Ha, in your loophole though

Really i was the one trying to dance

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

This summer gone be mine though

That means slower than slow

Never break, took a break though

For makin the game slow,