This is a song about "Bitches alcohol weed the nba j otts d red"

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You ain't detroit, im the d

Walk that body, talk that body

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Covered the room in splattered red,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head