This is a song about "David s ass"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Just call me david versus goliath

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust