This is a song about "S my d"

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys