This is a song about "Michael gordon clifford"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Youre gettin deffensive like asking michael how many kids he rode

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,