This is a song about "David allison"

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

My name is david fridman and i like to rap this rap is tight

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see