This is a song about "Dat bull"

I ain't tryna brag though

We got dat smoke and blow

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Catch you up on places i've been

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

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I'm in tha zone