This is a song about "Milky d"

I got bigger problems baby

Aww shit here we go d

That means obama aint got my d

And now that i’m getting money

It deserves a whack and a d

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

And the whole of group c can suck my d

And all women who had light features, see

We can talk things over a little a while

Stains teeth like tiles when split on my milky smile,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

They love me, for the d,

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/