This is a song about "Michael sparkes in new york"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Took in the info like my new track

When love comes callin', don’t look back

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

It may be not the same for you

Bullied in school, noting new,

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

New whip or new bitch im always up in it.

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter