This is a song about "Tray on dat 2k17"

What's the deal with the nets though

We got dat smoke and blow

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Balling, but it’s not a game

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm also strapped with macs, i be on dat crack.

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

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