This is a song about "Michael myrs"

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

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

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

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

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son