This is a song about "Dat ass"

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Bad rap, cuties claim

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

We got dat guns and flow

Silly bitches gon' follow

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

We got dat smoke and blow

I'm rolling down the window