This is a song about "Eat dat"

Ha, in your loophole though

We got dat guns and flow

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

That he dont even own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Nightmare on any street

Dont have the strength to eat

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

I shine like something in the sky

And i got that bait, they all bad

Allah, not even dat

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

You just tryin' to run game