This is a song about "For the d"

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Bitch don't live without the d/

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Salt'n'pepa and heavy d up in the limousine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm only eighteen, born and raised up from the d

But no profits when atc be touching the d

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

We was high school peers, in junior high