This is a song about "David hutto"

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

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

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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