This is a song about "Weed drank juice shots party dance hands good stunting texas ny hoes"

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

That hands you weed and alcohol

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

Cuz i tweak it good, and hoes can't find dhey man cuz i

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find