This is a song about "Ashton luke calum michael"

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

My balls ashton kutcher

I think it excited her

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I'm like michael jordan,

So the ones eye has freak don't run