This is a song about "David jolly"

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

You ain’t never been higher than this

Just call me david versus goliath