This is a song about "Ds"

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

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

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

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Need a bitch to backtrack she failin double d's

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

And i came on her double d's