This is a song about "Daniel"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

So i chill like danny glover/

And i ain't frontin for her

Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like jimmy

So i hate when niggas make fun cuz i don't do britney or whitney.