This is a song about "David henry thoreau"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price