This is a song about "Ds"

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Glasses, go back to stripping for guys with slim d's!

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

But in the meantime it's lights please

And i came on her double d's

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

While y'all just a bunch a fags sucking on d's

Need a bitch to backtrack she failin double d's

And i know - there'll never be peace