This is a song about "That dance we made"

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

And that fear made me into a loser

I gets money,aint it's funny how we made it!

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

We made it to perfection

Is a you intervention

Made a promise that we would go for no other,

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats