This is a song about "Katie d"

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And the whole of group c can suck my d

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Young money, d-town's all star

'bout to get my other car

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Ya ever believe that i'd ever believe d

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

Oops, i'm so sorry