This is a song about "John david stickney"

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

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

You know i be teasing, though

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john