This is a song about "David"

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

His name is david carradine, he died terribly