This is a song about "David henry thoreau"

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

My name is david fridman and i like to rap this rap is tight

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see