This is a song about "Nessie d"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Ya ever believe that i'd ever believe d

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But no profits when atc be touching the d

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

That means obama aint got my d

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Might wanna watch your back when you come up in the d

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

God mc oh my god you gotta see