This is a song about "Big d"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

But i think i like that, just maybe

That means obama aint got my d

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ya ever believe that i'd ever believe d

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

Lets come up to my city

They love me, for the d,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And the whole of group c can suck my d