This is a song about "David moody"

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

I've had a fuckful of your moody episodes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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.

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then