This is a song about "Riding on my d"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Been riding with my homies since day one

That means obama aint got my d

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

Be my little jodi flow d.

Bitch, i might make you my baby