This is a song about "Rich niggas in the d"

Hold up yea we the best

Niggas in the street scared

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Its such a spectacle put niggas in the dirt like vegetables

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

I’m a hustla, baby

You ain't detroit, im the d

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Yall niggas phony, faker than the "meat" in bologna

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year