This is a song about "Tru dat"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

He's all expensive like dat nylon

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

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Meanwhile im rewinding insrumentals going ins tru im mental

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

They think they bring that pain

Bitch, am on dat cocaine