This is a song about "They call me d money i get all the honey"

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I'm after you bringing traffic through

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops

I fuck and buck so much they call me assassin and all as such

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch