This is a song about "Demi moor"

It’s time i leave this slump,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I'm everything that they call nice

I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees

You comeplete waste man

Both: this the perfect plan

Look, just remember how that winning taste

In all the things i had to waste

They can’t even come around

Because they wanna let you down

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised