This is a song about "Sean moore"

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

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

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone