This is a song about "David pearce"

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

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

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

His name is david carradine, he died terribly