This is a song about "Michael gay as fuck i ufck hi"

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

"hi there, you hungry, how can i cater?"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Everytime i meet a new person, it starts with "hi."

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

Ironic as it sounds either way i do not give a fuck

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut