This is a song about "Cj d butterfly"

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

D, the d is for the delightfullness she brought to me.

They love me, for the d,

But am i less holy

Young money, d-town's all star

I don’t care where ya are

They say i float like a butterfly fly and strike like a serpent

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

I float like a butterfly

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie