This is a song about "Katie d"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Be my little jodi flow d.

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

And its simple as that baby

Aww shit here we go d

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Where did my time go? i let it fly

But am i less holy

Bitch hop on my fucking d

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses i'm a crooked surgeon