This is a song about "Michael reeves"

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Youre gettin deffensive like asking michael how many kids he rode

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat