This is a song about "Dat mouf"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

He's all expensive like dat nylon

When you took my hand up so calm

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

We got dat guns and flow

Silly bitches gon' follow

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see