This is a song about "David and goliath"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And once i'm dead and gone

You just gotta be strong

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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/