This is a song about "David alan"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

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

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 am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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