This is a song about "Holds on my d"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

That means obama aint got my d

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

On the assist is d-wade, it's all about the heat plays

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona

While i'm making history

Bitch hop on my fucking d

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet