This is a song about "Matt and michael"

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

But just keep jodi on this earth with me and my son michael too.

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you