This is a song about "Monkey d"

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

D, the d is for the delightfullness she brought to me.

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Bitch hop on my fucking d

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

You ain't detroit, im the d

Third ward general, young cash money