This is a song about "Kate want the d"

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

She know i got the force like a j e d i

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Droppin' shields like panties cause she wants the d

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

They love me, for the d,

I’m a hustla, baby

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see