This is a song about "Dopey mitchell"

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Ima talk about this bitch michelle...

Don't you leave a seed in there

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

You in debt to the game success is expected

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

Riding around with ms. reece and them

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan