This is a song about "Mikeys scoliosis"

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

To put you back to reality and start from base

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Just stop it, get it into your thick skull

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

500 miles push on the disc brake

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Her hand slipped and everything dropped on the floor everyone started to laugh

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Turns out she was two faced was treating me like used waste with a bruised base

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Residing to weed, he was frightened to sleep as the hours slipped