This is a song about "Michael honey"

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

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Honey, you’re worth the price

The michael myers of rap,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Time is money, that's the acronym for my name honey

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Did the best i could, raised in insanity