This is a song about "Get dat"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

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

We got dat guns and flow

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

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

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

He's all expensive like dat nylon

We was tryna get dat work right nigga say that we get it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Your the type dat can never be replaced,