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

But no profits when atc be touching the d

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Ya ever believe that i'd ever believe d

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

So please just go and d-i-e

Where you belong with your family

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

They love me, for the d,

Dc, man over money

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,