This is a song about "Andrew jackson"

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done