This is a song about "David bui"

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

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

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage