This is a song about "Dope d"

You smokin on laced dope

I fucking hate this job

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

It deserves a whack and a d

They gotta point em out baby

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

Please boo what's your size crazy

That means obama aint got my d

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Used to find dope in his coat

That's cause all my shit dope