This is a song about "Call of d"

You can call me the daddy of miami

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Could i make you my baby

Bitch hop on my fucking d

Aww shit here we go d

I be gettin' money

Knowing you can no longer party

Be my little jodi flow d.

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Do you think i'm crazy

They love me, for the d,