This is a song about "Tru dat"

We got dat smoke and blow

It ain't nothing though

Screw dat, i gotta get even for my region, swallow the semen,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Like sally mae on college debt

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Your body's right as rain

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit