This is a song about "Dan dyke"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

Don't worry just done get inside

Gotta bad bitch and she a dyke

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Like it was a pass from dan marino

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature