This is a song about "Michael kim"

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

Everybody finger point in your direction

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

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

Youre gettin deffensive like asking michael how many kids he rode

Hold in the truth for so long that you eventually explode!

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

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