This is a song about "Michael"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin