This is a song about "David being shit at cod"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

And there's little to be glad for

At the thought of being popular

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core