This is a song about "Davy s donuts"

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

So slim davy throw me the tape

But i do quite well with all the bait

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Davy, send him in, tear you from limb to limb

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

The name is slim davy

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

But for long time i had gone cold

S queezys very bold