This is a song about "Dat ass"

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

We got dat smoke and blow

That's a new flow

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"