This is a song about "David the nigger"

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine/

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win