This is a song about "Michael dunn"

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

What’s done is done, and dunn you get what you got coming

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

I'm a son of gun