This is a song about "Dat mouf"

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

But they sold jello in the paint

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

We got dat smoke and blow

But now the dough like kaiser bro

And california on that jerk shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie