This is a song about "Henry moore"

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade