This is a song about "D cups"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

Than the muse of a family

Bitch don't live without the d/

See me with codeine cups?

As she goes through the levels

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

It deserves a whack and a d

While jeffy-d hits the bong

No tats dey for my arm

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Aww shit here we go d

Hail mary nigga, run quick see