This is a song about "Wi d"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

I came up hungry

You ain't detroit, im the d

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That means obama aint got my d

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

But i think i like that, just maybe

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty