This is a song about "Mr jackson"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

You be tapping like a mr