This is a song about "Hannah dates noah"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Im gna take the race come back on one of these later dates

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana

I remember dates, times

Paper planes, long flights