This is a song about "Dat havik doe"

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Preaching to the choir though

Cus now im think about mo doe

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

But im glad it didnt doe

This is all my flow

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry