This is a song about "Give her the d"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

You could say i'm friends with fred

She don’t give her nigga head

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Droppin' shields like panties cause she wants the d

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

We original officially the most original

To take the cancer from her and give it to me in the literal.

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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