This is a song about "Who dat"

We got dat smoke and blow

But seemingly believe it though

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

So i guess you think you grown

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,