This is a song about "David hasselhoff"

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain