This is a song about "Oliver moore"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

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

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,