This is a song about "With this song people will dance"

Lean to the left/ lean to the right/ let's start a dance song tonight/ nah/

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You see the reason i do this music’s so people will listen,

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Others dance with each others other,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/

And i could see you coming home after work late

December 4th a star was born

You seen me evolve more with each song

You're listening to this song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb