This is a song about "David enayati"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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