This is a song about "David the nigger"

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

City national bank evolve into shape

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.