This is a song about "Michael kurenkov"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

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

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

She never ready to go so she forever come

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,