This is a song about "Who dat nation"

Allah, not even dat

In the house, holla back

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Well rick james, maury jane

Like curses on the radio

We got dat guns and flow

So we can start the healing of the nation....

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Lest the nation, know the truth, those who lose still win the prize

Where god at? i need to call him

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Degradation across the nation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Please sugar don't come alone