This is a song about "Dyllie d"

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

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

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/

It deserves a whack and a d

They say i talk like im god body

Aww shit here we go d

But am i less holy

Summertime in the city

That means obama aint got my d

Young money, d-town's all star

Your music in the car

Do you think i'm crazy

Ayoh, take some vitamin d