This is a song about "Demi moor"

Expecting them to beat teams, easy to get that 3 peat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

See me and you we almost had the same outcome, heath

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Hit it til your make up missing

As the pharoah in the barrow living

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back