This is a song about "D amp amp amp amp amp d"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

And its simple as that baby

It deserves a whack and a d

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Plottin' don’t even worry

Bitch hop on my fucking d

That's word to my mom

While jeffy-d hits the bong