This is a song about "Who dat"

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

And non-nigga friends got it with him

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Well rick james, maury jane