This is a song about "Heh got dat cliut"

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I'm rolling down the window

We got dat guns and flow

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Embellish much? heh, maybe so

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero