This is a song about "Cd"

This cd, man they must be crazed

You already are caged

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

These bitches appear quicker than state farm

Big, but as durable as a cd rom

Get ready to release a debut cd

Look it something they can't ever see

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Yet your cd has no buyers,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring