This is a song about "Iyiy who dat who dat who"

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I can make it rain

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Im not sure who i am , who do i aspire to be?

This bag is from seattle

Who want it? who wants to battle

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Please sugar don't come alone

You got that indie glow

We got dat guns and flow

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

And picture me rollin

Well... who is us ...who is you?

Mama ain't raise no fool, true