This is a song about "The d"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

But make sure if they do see

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

They love me, for the d,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free