This is a song about "Michael andrew and dylan"

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

The michael myers of rap,

I'm about to snap

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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