This is a song about "Get dat"

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

That happen to act like a black president

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

We magnetizing the ghetto

We got dat guns and flow

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get