This is a song about "D dyllie"

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

It deserves a whack and a d

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Lets come up to my city

Bitch hop on my fucking d

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That means obama aint got my d

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Where you belong with your family

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

While jeffy-d hits the bong

My sim card's the bomb