This is a song about "Demi moor"

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Hey nine ball wanna take a purple pill and roll down a hill,

What goes up must come down

We ball, that breakdown

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Ten more depending on where wale going

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Like a snow ball running down a hill

She don't put me down like an anchor cause i was late

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I'm a king of that hill,i'm keeping it real

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

I'll be swinging going down

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around