This is a song about "My best frie d"

Bitch hop on my fucking d

We like to party

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead