This is a song about "Stealth david"

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that