This is a song about "Michael hayes"

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

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

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

And getting money is the song i sing

The michael myers of rap,

And that's jay line i had to quote that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

N' now i'm stuck no-shows like michael jackson's concerts abroad.

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad