This is a song about "Dat flo"

We got dat smoke and blow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

On they twitter writing novels, see

I don't want it on my back

Allah, not even dat

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

We got dat guns and flow

Same bitches used to play me though