This is a song about "Henry moore"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/