This is a song about "David henry thoreau"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

I broke mama heart with no college

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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