This is a song about "Jackson hall"

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

I told him get his 9 and run

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

Down the hall and don't duel me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all