This is a song about "Kyle robinson"

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

But if i do, nicholson smother me with pillows.

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Marshall faulk, steven jackson