This is a song about "Jorge anthony"

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

For the outlawz, here we come

Hello i am malcolm

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy