This is a song about "Wi d"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

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

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

That means obama aint got my d

I swear they think i'm crazy

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Knowing you can no longer party

You ain't detroit, im the d

But i think i like that, just maybe

And the whole of group c can suck my d

N d struggles already lost at battle gate/

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate