This is a song about "United we dance"

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

And all women who had light features, see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco