This is a song about "Michael and annie"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

The michael myers of rap,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

I'm like michael jordan,

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Its yatzee my game is over i live for michael now.