This is a song about "Myers hall"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Now i've up-graded to taxicab, i'm in the hall of fame,

Kill that nigga like i'm michael myers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Through all the rain and the pain

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference