This is a song about "Katie d"

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Ya ever believe that i'd ever believe d

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

You know...you know who you are

Young money, d-town's all star

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Aww shit here we go d

They say nothings ever free