This is a song about "D chan"

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

That means obama aint got my d

This is like riding through the city

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Aww shit here we go d

Cause some of you bitches funny

You ain't detroit, im the d

I'll fuck your shit up like i was the jackie chan/

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

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

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

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang