This is a song about "Ben zach madison gay fat bent posh david"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

And writing lyrics to get bent

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey