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

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

You can dance around me , no loop

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Why team up with him when i know i can beat him

That's why i practice. so i can crack this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Now i can see why, you didn't even bother.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky