This is a song about "Two mad dance moves"

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Pens dance across pages,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Goddamn, the boy's back

Did my rap make you mad?