This is a song about "Michael kurenkov"

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

Its yatzee my game is over i live for michael now.

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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