This is a song about "Alex david drew"

I even drew a clear picture in the words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine/

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Fucks i give? big easy, drew brees

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys