This is a song about "Kai david and nathamn"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

And i'm dizzy and spinning

There'd still be niggas out killing

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,