This is a song about "David shit at cod"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

With g's in my pocket

R.y.o.t., you suck at this rap shit,

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You, you, you have to pay for that

Look at all these pussy's causing shit

I'ma kick your ass at this shit

Now you got me hopped up on that