This is a song about "David lu"

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Yo it's lu, and the rap shit is flowin' through his veins,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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