This is a song about "Dat bitch"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Searching for fortune and fame

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

Allah, not even dat

Naked woman rub my back

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that