This is a song about "Guitar d"

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Bitch hop on my fucking d

Young money, d-town's all star

You get close but no cigar

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Your heart was false just like the words you said

They love me, for the d,

Fuck fame, fuck money

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

That means obama aint got my d