This is a song about "David shit at cod"

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

It's all good, finna dog that

Or attempt to at least shit at least i got some heart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Look at all these pussy's causing shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot