This is a song about "Michael bay"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

The michael myers of rap,

Or go to sleep, or youll have a dream where youre drowning in the bay

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

I bought them straight out the bay

Think i need another play

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,