This is a song about "Dat dude dink"

Leave that other fucking dude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

See dog? rap is my aim

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

In comparison to you, i'm a millionaire, dude

I must go like fly route

Dont try to judge me dude

Now everybody put your hands up high

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Banging out niggas with attitude

You should be with some other dude

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

I like to call that a quick flip

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret