This is a song about "Why baptist can t dance"

My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Rappers ingenuity thats the reason why i can deliver lyrical

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

You can dance around me , no loop

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..

In a few places, the rest of the south they're all baptist,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

So don't ask me why they strung out

Why should i pout when i can shout

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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