This is a song about "Michael david"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Just call me david versus goliath

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

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit