This is a song about "Derek stewart"

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

N' now i'm stuck no-shows like michael jackson's concerts abroad.

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Before a nigga finish put in the work

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison