This is a song about "Dane jackson"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

But it was africa the continent we all came from