This is a song about "Michael kim"

Top dropped down, black on black

The michael myers of rap,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Like kim did maybe where my keys is i never lay where fleas is

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

I'm like michael jordan,

Top ranked, number one my son

Pull a kim, grab the knife, and really fuck you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew