This is a song about "Jackson morgan"

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men