This is a song about "Michael is a poop"

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

Like poop smeared on the walls

Black fours red drop head doors

Used to find dope in his coat

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude