This is a song about "Brandon moore"

Something wicked this way come

These days we praise martin

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Prince williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

That moschino shit is so back

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

This is walter, fresh above the water