This is a song about "David luiz"

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch