This is a song about "Katie d"

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Aww shit here we go d

I came up hungry

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

High heel wearer, hell of a body

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Bitch don't live without the d/

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

My sim card's the bomb

While jeffy-d hits the bong