This is a song about "Michael meehan"

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

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

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

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

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Youre gettin deffensive like asking michael how many kids he rode

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael