This is a song about "David m"

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

People love hodgy i hate you though

Thinks they can play in my m-o