This is a song about "Mothers d"

Bitch hop on my fucking d

Cause time is money

But the only womens lips you've kissed is your mothers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

They love me, for the d,

I swear they think i'm crazy

Know just what your worth

And their mothers and fathers

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

It ain't hard to make money

Ayoh, take some vitamin d

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy