This is a song about "Michael s indie games"

Must be a hellspawn to play these mind games,

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Fire reds and flu games

Blow trees like a hurricane

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It´s the battle of life

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Now you got me hopped up on that

The michael myers of rap,