This is a song about "How i like michael"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Michael i love you with everything that i have left in me,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

I been this nice yo way before michael had vitiligo