This is a song about "Dat bull"

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I've been through all the bull, switch formation

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

I deal with bull with the sheet,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Baby im in the zone

Better than the last stack of bull crap

No car key and i mean that

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

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

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap