This is a song about "D dyllie"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

She is far bizarre

Young money, d-town's all star

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

I got bigger problems baby

Bitch hop on my fucking d

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Trying to catch me riding dirty