This is a song about "Jackson pollock"

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

Me and my microphone could be one