This is a song about "Make it out the d"

You ain't detroit, im the d

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Who know this be the life that i really live

You'll be lucky if you make it out alive

Bitch don't live without the d/

On they twitter writing novels, see

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

People only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

With the shit we say we tryna fly away stuck in this world but will we make it out

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body