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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Way too stoned to make it home so i passed out in the streets

Ambition is a way of life

Barely make it out alive

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

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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 them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I'll make the crowd move their feet my name starts with a d

The good kid from the ugly city

You ain't detroit, im the d

I stop for a second, bitches yellin proceed, i kinda underfed the crowd,

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