This is a song about "Myers hall"

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'm passed the hall of fame/

It’s not a game, hold your dame

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

I'm just sittin in study hall

I know what you do with that

The michael myers of rap,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall