This is a song about "David is gay"

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

His name is david carradine, he died terribly