This is a song about "Dylan lewis"

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Scott, but ya better not forget it

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Here's the pensive, grab a pencil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Grab the keys and head for the receptionist

To grab a couple knives

The world seems strange at times