This is a song about "That dance we made"

To make sure that the match is made

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Made a promise that we would go for no other,

We made it to perfection

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Reachin' new heights, forever may we dance with the devil

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Y'all would be so confused as to how we made it up,

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here