This is a song about "D and b nation"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I'm only eighteen, born and raised up from the d

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

Your motivation should be to come and join my nation

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,

Now why is there so much discrimination in my nation and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

It deserves a whack and a d

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth