This is a song about "Diddy d"

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

You ain't detroit, im the d

And my kick game beyond crazy

Just to let you know, you are

Young money, d-town's all star

Bitch don't live without the d/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

That means obama aint got my d

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby