This is a song about "Dat mouf"

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

But they sold jello in the paint

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Baby all i do is rap

Allah, not even dat

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,

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

We got dat smoke and blow

Now them broads gon' follow

We got dat guns and flow

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that