This is a song about "Michael is a poop"

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

We'll meet back and regroup

With a fistfull of poop,

This entire fucking game is just michael, him and i

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

But i want out like michael, but i'm still a disciple

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

When the case is on me fight like a dog, call me michael vick,

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

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy