This is a song about "Brad gus"

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Let's enjoy our younger years

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Bobby knight be coachin us

By a brotha who was hopeless

The michael myers of rap,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that