This is a song about "Ave dat money"

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Then lost her faith again

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

He's all expensive like dat nylon

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

And you all will respect that

Allah, not even dat

My nigga for life though

We got dat guns and flow

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I see a tree, i got a rope. might just do suicide (fuck dat)

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though