This is a song about "1 d"

Pay dues like a hair salon

While jeffy-d hits the bong

You only have 1 shot, when you only get 1 shot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Aww shit here we go d

But make sure if they do see

"hello this is 9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Mama made her pretty

They love me, for the d,

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Like hoes down in magic city

It deserves a whack and a d