This is a song about "Corbin d"

I was wondering maybe

They love me, for the d,

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

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

Bitch don't live without the d/

We like to party

While jeffy-d hits the bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Bitch, they call it motor city

That means obama aint got my d

Young money, d-town's all star

That gal want me ride har