This is a song about "David lynch"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college