This is a song about "Ms jackson"

I'm a son of gun

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

I think i just heard ms cleo

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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