This is a song about "David mejja"

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

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

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

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again