This is a song about "Jackson adams"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

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

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

There's nothin' like where i come from

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

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

They had a hell of a run

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring