This is a song about "The d"

On the assist is d-wade, it's all about the heat plays

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

The d as hard as the shell of an armadillo

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

D, the d is for the delightfullness she brought to me.

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

All i want is you baby

Bitch don't live without the d/

She know i got the force like a j e d i

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

They love me, for the d,

I came up hungry