This is a song about "Dat bull"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

We got dat smoke and blow

After the east and west bull shit escalate

At an extremly alarming rate

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

If i'm athiest, i'm athiest, so please stop imposing bull.

I deal with bull with the sheet,

African queen got what you need

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry