This is a song about "D s"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

They love me, for the d,

Hey, must be the money

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

My lady, my baby

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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