This is a song about "Dat foreing"

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Allah, not even dat

The pioneer of the coke rap

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Then lost her faith again

I see a tree, i got a rope. might just do suicide (fuck dat)

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back