This is a song about "Dan litch"

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

So slow it down dan he didnt deserve this treat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I know we did something wrong,but it gone for so long dan

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Like it was a pass from dan marino

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

I gotta question for you man