This is a song about "Jackson adams"

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

My talent should take me places i've never been

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

Higher power where these verses from

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from