This is a song about "Who dat"

On they twitter writing novels, see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

We got dat guns and flow

Ballin til the buzzer blow

So much to say a scrabble game

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

She wanna be grown

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target