This is a song about "Demi moor"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

On my captain spalding shit what you don't like clowns,