This is a song about "Dat havik doe"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Screw dat, i gotta get even for my region, swallow the semen,

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack