This is a song about "Dat mouf"

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.

But they sold jello in the paint

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

What's the deal with the nets though

We got dat smoke and blow