This is a song about "Daniel bryan"

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

I could think of a couple positions for you

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/

After every show, a dream she hold

Fuck a sidebitch, i need a chick thats bold