This is a song about "David enayati"

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

They vaguely decipher my language

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim