This is a song about "Diss michael"

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

They for grossing a bigger business

Because this record is only to diss

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Bet i get like 8 of them

I'm like michael jordan,

The michael myers of rap,

You, you, you have to pay for that

When you feel like this

Spit a poem or a diss