This is a song about "Michael angelis"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I'm like michael jordan,

Cold world no blanket son

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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