This is a song about "David jolly"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.