This is a song about "Dat pussy"

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

I'll never call you bitch again

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

See i let my nigga split that

We're living in a fantasy

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?