This is a song about "Wi d"

Be my little jodi flow d.

My slight fo's just talk dirty

But no profits when atc be touching the d

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

They love me, for the d,

Could i make you my baby

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Bitch hop on my fucking d

C’mon and let’s chill baby

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see