This is a song about "D from the block"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

But no profits when atc be touching the d

They love me, for the d,

Mama made her pretty

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

And i can smell 12 from a block away, leave the scene

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

D, the d is for the delightfullness she brought to me.

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I love the way you walk

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,

Might wanna watch your back when you come up in the d

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see