This is a song about "U got no rhythm"

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Cause i got that skill in my mind, got the rhythm in my heart

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Coz u ain't got no use

Its alright u have no friends

To increase my ends

U better start dancin/ got u hard glancin/pardon my repertoire

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Fighting with my weak hand

U scared cause i got a big tank

Where u will tear and cry and shout but no one will help u

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Now u want me no more