This is a song about "My d"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Fuck that now trying get the money

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

She grabbin on my sack, she sucked my d, after i ate her v,

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only