This is a song about "Locky d hates jessie"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

One night love: i'mma need that

No one really hates it

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Your family hates you cuz you're a prick, you ain't slick,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Bitch don't live without the d/

But i think i like that, just maybe

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

I just want somebody i can see