This is a song about "David beckham"

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

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

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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