This is a song about "Dat guy"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Dont fuck with the new guy

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Did you meet another guy

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

And i know that your supply

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Slowly realizing im that guy

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

So y'all niggas can fly