This is a song about "Dat dick"

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Allah, not even dat

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Soon as i come home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

But make sure if they do see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

First off congratulations on the win

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin