This is a song about "Nick jackson"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Carolina where i made it from

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

I'm so damn quick they you would rather stick to that boy nick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle