This is a song about "Michael kurenkov"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Psycho: i'm liable to go michael, take your pick

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

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

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.