This is a song about "David almond"

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough