This is a song about "Bout dat"

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Catch you up on places i've been

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

Well rick james, maury jane

Bitch, am on dat cocaine