This is a song about "Michael and nate"

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

This entire fucking game is just michael, him and i

And i dont fall to peer pressure when niggas be like......:hey nate come

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

I can tell you that this tape

The michael myers of rap,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap