This is a song about "Street dance"

G.o.n.z. running down the street

From the back seat, back seat

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Save the last dance for you and me

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And me im trynna dance with one

If he does my soul to keep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Leave you severed across the street

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy