This is a song about "Demi moor"

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Hickory dickory dock/

Almost cried right on the spot

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

My rapping made you soil

Heavy n 4ever nasty like a fat hag steal tracks that

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Flyer then the rest of them

Get a heath at the 7-eleven